Back on the motorcycle, I could not rest this time. My mind was aflutter and my blood pumping wildly as my wiry hair lashed across my cheeks. I could not stop imagining John's face, his grin and his frown. I imagined his woolen sweaters and blue jeans. I thought how there has never really been anyone who cared for me as much as my twin brother until I met John. I mulled for a long moment over the though that if Sherlock had never fallen that I would never have had to attend the funeral and would never have met John. I hugged my brother a little closer and I felt him tense underneath my grip.
It wasn't long before we were turning down a driveway. It was a house. No hotel or secret underground hideaway. It was just a simple house with a painted mailbox and petunias growing along the sides of the blacktop. I was confused by this. How did he expect us to stay anonymous here? I licked my lips as he parked the vehicle behind the garage. A light turned on, washing us with its brightness. it was a lot for my eyes after driving through the dark so long and I instinctively shot my hand up to shield them. There was a silhouette in the light, a woman. Sherlock pulled off of the bike, a smile gracing his lips. He stepped up to the woman and gathered her in an embrace as I pulled my own stiff legs away from the vehicle and followed my brother. When I was close enough for light to no longer be blinding me, a face came to the woman. One I had seen before. At the funeral.
"Molly?' I said, an incredulous look crossing my face. She was smiling at me.
"Yes, lovely to actually meet you. I never knew Sherlock had a sister." She said looking at him. His face was the slightest bit solemn.
"I ran away and made everyone believe I was dead. " I said. I didn't want to blame Mycroft anymore. It didn't seem right to me. I had been the stupid one and now everyone was suffering. Molly's expression changed to one of sadness and pain and she looked down. After a moment of absolute quiet, though, she looked up.
"Come in, I've made supper." With that, the three wasted no times entering the Hooper residence.